You always seem too busy for me.
Is this how its meant to be?
Could it be true?
To think we met only last june.
To see the smile on your face was like a dream,
fresh like the morning dew settled on the green green grass.
Now its like my worst nightmare.
I don't see it anymore,
its a blur of images,
running through my mind,
pain and sorrow oozes from every pore.
I'm like an unwanted item!
Thrown into the corner,
to be left forever or till you need me.
I seem to have been lying here for eternity.
Why have you done this to me?
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